Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

This is the Eldar—a race that created gods, and was destroyed by them.

A race burdened with eternal sins, yet still struggling to survive.

A race that once ruled the galaxy, now weeping in ruins.

In the northeastern part of the Milky Way, the Eye of Fear still spins.

Deep within the warp, Slaanesh still smiles.

In the Eldar's dream, the gods still weep.

Chapter 73 Slaanesh's figure is very beautiful.

The birth of Slaanesh has elicited varying reactions across different worlds to the contents of this celestial curtain.

If we're talking about who reacted the most, it would have to be the remnants of the Eldar.

Is this any different from desecrating a corpse?

Their Eldar race has already suffered enough!

Hides in the Ark world, barely surviving, the exiled clown wanders the Milky Way.

Even the Adarin, who have fallen into darkness, live in constant fear under the shadow of the Slaanesh.

This sudden celestial curtain has now exposed their most shameful and tragic past in the entire universe, revealing it to all civilizations without leaving any room for shame.

All the past glory and honor have been erased, leaving only the ugly state of indulgence, madness and destruction, for the entire universe to observe and judge.

This humiliation and pain were far more agonizing for them than the defeats on the battlefield.

However, there are also advantages.

Some Eldar watched as their ancestors in the heavens, driven by unrestrained indulgence and extravagance, gradually led to their self-destruction. Ultimately, with the birth of the Slaanesh, the entire civilization disintegrated and became nourishment for the Warp.

Those vague legends and the elders' admonitions finally turned into the most straightforward and shocking images at this moment, hitting the hearts of every Elven survivor hard.

Those clansmen who occasionally yearned for the old dreams of their ancestors and clung to a sliver of hope for ultimate pleasure have finally come to their senses.

This made them think again.

"We once possessed endless lifespans and advanced technology, the darlings of the universe, capable of shaking galaxies with a wave of our hand and perceiving the mysteries of the subspace with our eyes closed, but then we became lost."

“Back then, we stood at the pinnacle of civilization, with no external enemies to threaten us. So we began to endlessly pursue the ultimate pleasure of the senses, throwing all morality, constraints, and responsibilities to the back of our minds, pushing hedonism to a morbid extreme.”

"At that time, the Eldar believed that as long as they could satisfy the present, what did the future matter to them? After all, life was long and their power was boundless. This numbness, which scorned all meaning, was the breeding ground for nihilism."

“The birth of Slaanesh is not a chaotic accident, but a grave we dug for ourselves, a demon we fed with the desires of countless generations.”

"It proves that when a civilization loses its self-restraint and lofty pursuits, and is left with only instinctive desires, destruction is the only outcome. No matter how brilliant a civilization is, it cannot withstand the speed of its own self-destruction."

"Pleasure is not the original sin. All mortals have desires, and moderate pleasure is the essence of life. But when pleasure becomes a flood that devours everything, a madness that disregards everything, and a catalyst for destruction, it becomes the original sin that leads to eternal damnation."

In the Warhammer world, apart from the Eldar, other factions reacted relatively little, or rather, barely reacted at all.

The Spirit Clan's dirty secrets are no longer a secret; after dealing with them for so many years, they know each other inside and out.

As for the concern about becoming the second Eldar?

Are you kidding me?

A bunch of green-skinned bastards who only know how to shout "waghhhh," whose minds are only on fighting, causing destruction, and becoming stronger; the meaning of their lives is to fight.

These people neither understand what extravagance and hedonism are, nor do they understand what nihilism is.

As long as we can win the battle, nothing else matters; there's no chance of following the old path of the Spirit Race.

A bunch of skeletons floating in space.

In that world of the undead, there is only a cold order and a persistent obsession with revival.

Having been dormant for millions of years, emotions and desires have long since decayed along with flesh and blood, leaving no sense of being alive, let alone the ability to indulge desires.

Oh no, they have a desire.

That is to return at the right time, and incidentally announce, "By order of the Silent King."

The remaining race consists of the Zerg, whose consciousness is dominated by the Hive.

These creatures act solely for the purpose of devouring, reproducing, and evolving. Instinct trumps everything. They experience no individual pleasure, no mental confusion, and are purely survival machines. They have absolutely nothing to do with the motivations that led to the birth of Slaanesh.

In addition, there are those emotional "titanium-strengthened" ones.

Inorganic matter cannot be ensnared by pleasure or nothingness.

To be honest, there is one race that is very similar to the Eldar.

They also have long lifespans, high intelligence, and great strength, and are also prone to spiritual confusion and the torment of desires over the long years.

But they were led by the fifth evil god, and they were in the real world.

Damn, who can hold their tongue like this?

In other worlds, the first thing most people realize is the weighty issue of destruction and awakening.

The annihilation of one race, which also affected the entire universe, is far too serious.

Despite the unique circumstances surrounding the Warhammer universe, precautions must still be taken.

They attempted to extract lessons from the tragic past of the Eldar's annihilation and the birth of the Slaanesh, to inscribe this bloody history into the foundation of civilization, and to compile it into textbook content passed down through generations, thus sounding an eternal warning for future generations.

Slaanesh was never a calamity that descended from nowhere, but rather the inevitable product of the Eldar civilization's unbridled expansion of desires after reaching its peak of prosperity, breaking free from all constraints and reverence, and ultimately leading to its self-destruction.

Extreme nihilism, and extreme hedonism.

When desires run wild, the bottom line of civilization becomes difficult to uphold...

Everything is an example of the saying "too much of a good thing."

No matter how brilliant the achievements of any civilization, once it loses restraint and introspection, and allows sensory pleasure to override reason and tradition, it will eventually breed monsters that destroy itself in the abyss of self-built desires.

In their own world, they may not give birth to terrifying warp gods like the Chosen Ones, but they will certainly have a profound impact on their civilization.

Building a civilization is difficult, but destroying one is easy.

……

Okay, these are the questions that most worlds with a reasonable art style would ponder.

But there is a group of oddballs among them, whose thinking is different from others.

"Well... although I know Slaanesh isn't a good person, don't you guys think... Slaanesh has a very attractive figure?"

"?"

When I type a question mark, it's not that I have a problem, it's that you have a problem.

Does anyone actually like someone who is half-male and half-female?!

Chapter 74 Items to Destroy the World

Even after the content about Slaanesh had ended, the curtain of heaven was not yet closed.

The scene abruptly shifts, withdrawing from the chaotic battles and devastating destruction of civilizations in the vast starry sea, and quietly focusing on an ordinary residential house.

Tatami mats and low tables.

A round, chubby robot, blue and white with no ears, sat cross-legged on the ground, rummaging through a magical dimensional pocket on its stomach.

His appearance was so endearing and endearing.

What terrifying things can a childcare robot hide in its hands?

This robot is called Doraemon, also known as the robotic cat. It is entirely blue and white, has no ears, and claims to be from the 22nd century. It is a mass-produced childcare robot.

In the scene, Doraemon pulls out a small mirror and tosses it to a sleepy-eyed boy beside him, muttering repeatedly, "We're going to be late, hurry up!"

The screen then introduces the little boy next to it, who is wearing a yellow short-sleeved shirt and black shorts.

Nobita Nobi is just an ordinary elementary school student in the 21st century.

Doraemon came to the 21st century with the intention of looking after and guiding this child, but the things it carried with it were definitely not something a childcare robot should be carrying.

Do you know what it carries in its pockets?

Beneath the sky, countless worlds fell silent in an instant.

Childcare robots?

It sounds like a machine for coaxing children and taking care of people, so what kind of scary props could it have?

At most, they're just toys, snacks, and trinkets.

But since it was specially released by the Sky Curtain, it's obviously not that simple.

[First item: Devil's Passport]

A small notebook with a black cover and a red devil's smiling face printed on it was pulled out.

The screen began playing footage of Nobita using it.

Nobita took the money and asked his mother for pocket money, which she gave him without hesitation.

When I told the teacher I hadn't done my homework, the teacher just said it was okay.

When he tried to snatch a toy from another chubby and strong kid named Gian, Gian obediently handed it over with both hands.

This prop was classified as an A+ category globally prohibited item in the 22nd century. It was a dangerous item that the United Nations ordered to be destroyed, but which unexpectedly slipped through the net.

[Function: By presenting this passport, the holder can do anything without being punished, resisted, or accused.]

In other words—robbery, assault, wanton control, and theft of everything—will make everyone subconsciously feel that what he does is justified.

This is not merely a behavioral exemption, but a complete crushing of spirit, ethics, and order.

Da Xiong walked down the street with his passport in hand, and everyone obeyed him.

He gets whatever he wants, and no one thinks anything he does is wrong; the whole world seems to revolve around his desires.

[A primary school student whose mind is not yet mature can indulge in all kinds of dark thoughts at will with just this notebook, without bearing any consequences.]

An uproar erupted instantly under the sky.

"This isn't a passport, it's some kind of evil thing used for forced brainwashing!"